Five Hundred Thousand Battle Power!

"F-Five hundred thousand?!"

Stet stared dumbfounded at the reading on the scouter, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. A battle power like that was simply unheard of.

"Not bad." Li Ming had expected it, so he was not surprised. Ever since eating the Fruit of the Tree of Might, he had realized that its true value was not the boost in strength, but the replenishment of vitality!

Vitality did not simply refer to ki. It was a special energy that encompassed essence, energy, and spirit.

Put simply, it was like when Li Ming had hit a bottleneck before—no matter how he trained, his strength improved at an agonizingly slow pace.

That was the result of squeezing too much out of his potential. He needed time to settle and recover.

But things were different with the Fruit of the Tree of Might. Replenishing his vitality accelerated the recovery of his potential. To put it bluntly, it could increase the efficiency and speed of his training!

At least in Li Ming's eyes, it was an invaluable treasure that was practically a cheat item!

Once his excitement faded, Li Ming began training. With the gravity chamber and the Fruit of the Tree of Might working together, he was confident that he could raise his strength to another level in a short time!

Meanwhile, not long after Li Ming departed, a spaceship arrived once more at the planet that had only just recovered its vitality. Soon afterward, a dazzling white flash reduced the entire planet to dust drifting through space.

The spaceship was an enormous sphere. It drew in the scattered planetary fragments, gradually forming a massive shell resembling a meteorite.

"Lord Slug, according to the natives, the one who destroyed the Fruit of the Tree of Might left in this direction. We calculated that this route should lead to Namek. There are hardly any other lifeforms in that region of space."

"Is that so? Perfect. Then let's pay Namek a visit. After all, it is also my hometown."

At their head stood an aged Namekian, yet he looked different from ordinary Namekians. Both his physique and aura carried a terror so immense that it made the void tremble!

"Yes!" His five subordinates did not dare ask questions. They merely nodded and left.

On this ship, Slug's words were absolute commands. No one dared defy his decisions.

Li Ming could never have imagined that the one who planted the Fruit of the Tree of Might was Slug—the genius who had survived Namek's past destruction and was hailed as a Super Namekian.

His talent was undoubtedly greater than that of ordinary combat-type Namekians!

Among combat-type Namekians, Piccolo had actually possessed tremendous talent before splitting from Kami. After merging with Nail, the later Piccolo had even reached a level capable of rivaling a Super Saiyan.

This was also one of the Namekians' traits. When facing danger, they could merge with one another, temporarily increasing their strength and even enhancing their potential!

This uniquely gifted ability gave them a major advantage. Their race was even divided into combat types, support types, and wisdom types, making them exceptionally well-rounded. Coupled with their talent for creating Dragon Balls, Namekians were not actually inferior to the universe's peak races.

Delayed somewhat by the Fruit of the Tree of Might, and pursued and intercepted by Frieza's cannon fodder underlings, Li Ming did not arrive on Namek until another two months had passed.

Tap...

"Ribbit!"

A frog with two antennae hopped away from beneath his feet. It was not all that different from the ones on Earth.

"Stet, stay here and watch the ship."

"Yes!"

Stet had gradually adapted to his role. As a research-oriented race, his battle power was severely limited, and he could only become a dependent of warrior races.

Gradually, he had come to terms with it. To him, serving under anyone was no different. Compared to Frieza, at least Li Ming would not kill him on a whim, so long as he remained useful.

After watching Li Ming leave, Stet returned to the cockpit and began maintaining the ship. Spaceships suffered wear and tear after traveling through space for too long, and without proper maintenance, their service life would be drastically shortened.

"Hm? Another ship is coming to this planet?" Through the radar, Stet discovered a spaceship heading toward the planet. He immediately grew wary. They had fought off who knew how many of Frieza's underlings along the way just to get here.

"They really are like a bad smell that won't go away. Damn it! When my lord returns, he'll show you what for. Hmph!"

Perhaps because Li Ming had resolved every danger they had encountered, Stet had gradually changed his outlook. He had even come to believe that Li Ming was no weaker than Frieza, and his confidence had swelled accordingly.

He ignored it and continued maintaining the ship.

Meanwhile, Li Ming followed the strongest ki on all of Namek, directly locating the Grand Elder and flying toward him.

As a streak of white light cut across the sky, it left a straight trail through the air before vanishing beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye!

Though he had trained for only two months, Li Ming felt that his improvement had been far greater than in the past several years. Naturally, all of it was thanks to the Fruit of the Tree of Might.

After replenishing his vitality, raising his battle power had become far easier than before.

"Hm? Namekians? Their battle power is only a few hundred or so. Support-type Namekians?"

He also encountered Namekians scattered across the land during his flight, but Li Ming paid them no attention. These Namekians were merely the Grand Elder's descendants, so it was normal for their strength to be limited.

By Namekian nature, the fewer of them there were, the more terrifying their power would be!

"Elder, that person is heading toward the Grand Elder."

On the ground, a short, stout Namekian heard this and nodded solemnly toward that direction. He then said to the other Namekians, "The Grand Elder said that danger may come soon. None of you are to wander around carelessly."

"Yes, Elder. We understand."

"Rudi, I'll have to trouble you to patrol the surrounding area during this time."

"Yes." A robust Namekian nodded in acceptance. He was clearly a combat-type Namekian. In fact, it was easy to tell what type a Namekian belonged to just from their appearance and clothing.

Those who wore more clothing and had leaner, smaller builds were generally support or wisdom types. Those who were tall or visibly brawny went without saying—they were combat types.

Piccolo and Kami were more like all-rounders. After splitting, one simply leaned toward combat while the other leaned toward support. After all, they had been sent away as the last spark of hope after Namek suffered disaster, so their talent was naturally exceptional.

Li Ming even spotted Dragon Balls along the way, but he was not interested in them. After all, wishes involving rules could not be granted at all, nor could wishes that went against certain special wills. If the target was too powerful, Shenron would not even dare offend them.

For example, beings on the level of a God of Destruction seemed to rank above Shenron, so he would become extremely terrified upon seeing them.

If possible, Li Ming really wanted to wish for an Aladdin's Lamp, or perhaps ten more wishes...

About an hour later, Li Ming arrived at the Grand Elder's location. A strange hemispherical building stood atop an isolated stone pillar.

There were at least two fairly strong ki signatures inside. As Li Ming approached the entrance, a figure had already stepped out.

Tap...

It was a powerfully built combat-type Namekian. If Piccolo were not wearing his cape, Li Ming figured he would probably look like this. Just as aliens could not distinguish humans apart, aliens all looked broadly the same to Earthlings.

"Come with me. The Grand Elder wishes to see you."

"Thank you."

Li Ming knew the Grand Elder possessed an ability similar to precognition, so he was not surprised. And since the Grand Elder was willing to see him, it basically meant he had acknowledged him.

The Grand Elder's building looked remarkably similar to the place where King Piccolo had once lived. Or rather, this was simply Namekian architectural style.

A massive body sat upon a seat inlaid with an enormous one-star Dragon Ball. It resembled a mountain of green flesh, an unsettling sight to behold.

"Hehehe, traveler from the distant universe, welcome to Namek."

"Grand Elder..." The Namekian beside him seemed to want to say something, but the Grand Elder raised a hand to stop him. "Nail, leave first. I wish to speak with him alone."

"Yes."

As the Grand Elder's guard, Nail had no authority to disobey his orders. Everything he did was merely for the Grand Elder's safety.

"Greetings. I trust you know why I have come?"

"Hehehe, you are clever. I cannot see your future, but I can see your connection to Namek. I believe you. Come closer, and I will see whether I can draw out your potential."

"Thank you." Thanking him once more, Li Ming stepped before the Grand Elder and allowed him to draw out his potential. That had been his purpose from the beginning.

Though he now possessed the Fruit of the Tree of Might, the Grand Elder's ability was still not to be underestimated. Naturally, he had no reason to give up on it.